"What— What is happening?!" Naeku exclaimed, voice full of disbelief at what she was seeing. Branded Runebound were running rampant through the streets of Enkare Nkai, driven onward by groups of hunter Arcanists.
These Arcanists were laughing and joking at the expense of their targets, Naeku's people, as they casually flung about spells, burning and impaling the Enkarians left and right. Screaming and pleas for aid were drowned out by explosions and laughter.
Filled with horror, Naeku panned her gaze further. The city's stone structures were in ruins, and the open spaces where Enkarians would gather for social events were burning. Wooden theatre stages, seats, food carts—all the things that brought her people joy—were being reduced to ash.
"H— How did this happen?!" Naeku cried out, trembling hands tightly gripping the window's edge.
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